The above picture is of my home church, specifically the old steeple. When I was in fifth grade, I would come every Wednesday night for our RAs program. Usually, after it was over, I'd have to wait for a little while for my mom to come pick me up.
So, one night (more than likely because I was dared) I decided to try and climb up the steeple. I stepped inside and placed my back up against one side of the brick with my feet against the other. Then, I began to shimmy. I shimmied up to the roof and stepped off onto it.
However, this posed a slight problem. You see, not only am I afraid of heights (as I've mentioned many times before on this blog) but, as it turns out, shimmying up is a whole lot easier than shimmying down.
So, an adult had to go and find a ladder to help me get down.
If only I had been as cat-like and ninja-ish as I am now, I would have been able to get down myself...